A Man's Self-Esteem Is Working

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Today is the day that I have to go to the rainy city of Bogor to meet prospective bride clients who intend to use our services.

It's nothing new for me to drive my own car, but to get out of town even though the distance is not too far and can be reached only a few hours still make me was - was and choose to use the services of an online taxi application available.

"Are you leaving?" mother asked when she saw me still packing.

"Yes ma'am, maybe Indri's coming home tonight" answered me finishing what I'm going to bring.

"Kabari Mommy arrived there, if it is not possible to go home you ask Mas mu Evan to pick up and sleep at our house at the top" said Mother looks worried on her face

"Okay ma'am" I answered, hugging the woman who was always waiting for me to arrive home.

I let go of my hug when I heard the sound of a car horn in front of the house, it seems like the online taxi I ordered has arrived.

"Bu seems like the taxis have reached Indri to leave first huh? Assalamualaikum" I said after kissing the back of Mom's hand in reverence

"Waalaikumusalam" answered Mother waving her hand.

Silver colored cars parked in the yard of the house, when I approached the driver, it suddenly came down to help me bring a large goddie bag containing books - a ledger containing photos - photos of makeup and building decorations made by the team as an example we provide as the material of choice of the bride.

"Is there anything else, ma'am?" Ask the driver of online taxis are friendly, previously I often use online taxis but nothing is this friendly.

"No sir, thank you" I replied politely, ending with a smile, we both got into the same car.

"We're on the road now, ma'am" he said, looking at me from behind the rearview mirror at the wheel.

"Yes sir" I replied.

The car began to run out of the village through a large road, it seemed from a distance I saw the crowded salon where me and other employees were looking for sustenance.

Hustle and bustle of the city is clearly visible along the streets of the capital, gradually cars began to leave the crowded streets and enter the peak area that is quite quiet on an ordinary day, ordinary days, the journey takes 2 hours more than 30 minutes to the destination.

"Thank you sir" I said as I was about to go down and hand over some pink money sheets according to the rates listed in the application.

"The price has been paid before Ma'am" said the driver smilingly refused the money I would give him.

"Who?" ask me wonder

"By my husband" he answered

"Husband?" I asked more and more astonished after knowing the answer.

"Yes right, the tariff has been paid even more even by Mr. Hussein before the mother boarded the car from home, he even told me to wait for Mom to finish if Mother did not mind" he again explained at length.

"Husein, why are you avoiding me?" my inner

"No need sir so that later my HUSBAND will accompany me" I said stressing my husband's words because I was annoyed by Husein's attitude that did not reply to my message and instead did something silly that stupidly touched my heart like this.

"Then I beg you to say goodbye" he said permission to leave me in front of the Grand Pangestu hotel.

"Yes, thank you" I replied nodding my head.

I grabbed a flat object trying to contact the bride-to-be who had made an appointment with me.

"I was outside Ma'am, I briefly called my future husband who was at the Hotel to nemenin Mbak first" he replied from a phone call.

"Ah yes thank you" I answered a little awkwardly because I had to meet with the groom without any other escort.

I sat looking at the area around the hotel lobby that looked comfortable with ornamental flowers and unique decorations typical of the land of Pasundan.

"Indri's mother?" Sapa a tall thin white man with curls.

"Yes, with Mas Anto?" Ask me back.

"Yes right, we just chat in the hotel room Maak let it taste good" he bargained led me to the area of the hotel room he lived in, actually, I was a little uncomfortable hearing the word hotel room as a place to discuss because after my lover was outside the hotel.

Right at the door of the hotel I rushed to send a message to Husein without the knowledge of Mas Anto who was walking in front of me.

[Husein I have arrived at Hotel Grand Pangestu room 501 immediately come I began to be uncomfortable]

Mas Anto opened the hotel room and allowed me to enter.

"Please enter Mbak do not need to hesitate any minute Nadia arrived" he said like knowing what I am rasaka at this time, he said, I tried to calm down and think positive even though there was only a haunting fear.

"Ah yes thank you" I answered trying to stay calm.

"Please drink Mbak, sorry there is only a bottled drink but if Mbak want I can order something" he bargained when I was comfortable sitting on the sofa in the hotel room.

"No need, this is enough" I replied.

I look at the bottled drinks that he offers, still sealed neatly maybe only my ugly mind that thinks that no.

After putting my bad thoughts aside, I opened the bottled drink and drank it until almost half of it moved and slid freely through my throat.

"These are some examples of makeup and decorations that can be chosen for the wedding later" I gave several ledgers containing documentation of the results of make up and wedding party decorations that we have.

"Oh yes, everything seems interesting but I don't know Nadia's taste so I'll just see - just look first let Nadia decide" he said when looking - see the results of my documentation.

After about a few minutes of talking, I started to feel dizzy and the view faded a little.

"Ah.." lamented I was holding a temple that felt heavy

"Why Ma'am?!" Mas Anto's asking worried about me

"I'm a little dizzy probably because of a long journey" I reasoned

"Bak should rest, I will stay for a while to pick up Nadia so that Mbak can be more comfortable here" he said telling me to rest, to be honest, I had no choice but to lay down my body because of the pain in my head and the drowsiness that was quite great.

"Alright, thank you" I replied sounding soft.

Mas Anto came out leaving me alone in the hotel room, with the rest of the energy I had I grabbed a cell phone in the pocket of the dress I was wearing trying to ask Husein for help.

[Husein please come here, help me]

After the message was sent, I was unconscious.